Page 100 of Naughty November
I turned and… holy shit. Velvet voice was gorgeous. My gaze roamed over his body noting the way the tight black t-shirt he wore clung to his broad shoulders and tapered waist. His black jeans were also tight, hiding nothing of the massive erection he was sporting.
By the time my eyes made it back up to his face, sharp jaw covered in a thin layer of scruff, full lips, shining blue eyes, he was smirking at me.
“Like what you see?”
“Yeah,” I breathed out before remembering what I’d hoped to find here. “Yes, Sir,” I corrected.
His eyes flicked to the bracelet on my wrist. “It’s as green as you are.”
I tried not to let his comment bother me. “Everyone starts somewhere.”
He seemed to roll his words over in his mind, then gave me a nod. “I’m Adrian.”
The question of my name wasn’t asked, but it was expected. “Riley.”
“You’re new here, Riley.”
“My friend Danny is a member.”
Adrian’s eyes darted to the list I still held. “See anything you like?”
I wet my lips and put the list down without looking at it again. “I see a lot of things that interest me.”
I held his gaze when I spoke. My bold statement earned me another twitch of his gorgeous lips.
Adrian reached out and picked up the list I’d set aside. Scanning it quickly, he then handed it back to me. “See anything on that list that interests you?”
“Are you asking to help me broaden my horizons?” I took the list again and gave it another onceover, my gaze going back and forth between Adrian and the list. He didn’t repeat his question, instead letting it hang in the air between us.
“I see a couple things that strike me as out of place.”
“Oh? How so?” Adrian lifted an eyebrow and it felt like a challenge. Like I’d already misstepped and he was waiting for me to explain how stupid I was so he could correct me.
“The list goes from orgies to somnophilia and then there’s thigh-riding and fingers only.”
“And you think those don’t belong?”
“They seem kind of tame after glory holes and breeding, don’t they?”
Adrian took the list from me and again set it aside. He stepped into my space and I caught the scent of his subtle but spicy cologne. I wanted to bury my face against his skin and breathe him in. I wanted to taste him. I wondered if his touch felt as hot as his stare did.
“Even the simplest act can be terrifyingly erotic. With the right partner.” Adrian’s words were a caress. An offer and a challenge all in one. Earlier I’d wanted to be the naked submissive on the swing, maybe sans giant fist in the ass. Then I’d briefly wondered about the one on the man’s lap, getting fingered while a conversation about stock options went on over him.
Now? Now I only wanted to be Riley.
To be his.
“It sounds like stuff I did when I was a wet-behind-the-ears teenager.”
Adrian laughed. “It is. But that doesn’t mean it’s not worth doing again. And again. And again.” Adrian stood so close he couldprobably smell my arousal and my apprehension. I’d never met someone so intense as him. So comfortable in his skin, in the role he’d chosen for himself.
“You think you can blow my mind with some kind of teenage frot fest?”
Adrian looked at me and smirked, humor dancing in his eyes. “I think I’ve already blown your mind.”
Then he took a step away from me. My body went cold from the sudden loss of his proximity.
“Come find me when you’re ready to play, Riley.”